Reality is a Prison – Flash Fiction

Sorry, this is late! The prompts for this one was really good!   Reality is a prison. Where consequences have meaning. Where ideas are restricted. Reality is a chain we all wear, but it chafes for some more than others. I sat on the train, my hoodie providing a warm protection from the morning chill.…… Continue reading Reality is a Prison – Flash Fiction

The Chosen One – CWWC – Flash Fiction

  Click on these images to make them larger. Hey guys! Sorry about last week, and yesterday. Life has been crazy, and though I’ve tried to write, no words have come until now. Thanks for reading! We’ll be doing one more story in September to make up for last week. (Shhh, we’re not dying for…… Continue reading The Chosen One – CWWC – Flash Fiction

Old Compositions – The Ant & the Grasshopper

Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed last week’s post! Here’s a reminder of how the post is laid out. Original Fable (the stories we deconstructed were fables) My younger self’s attempt Me rewriting it again, today. Original Fable In a field one summer’s day, a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s…… Continue reading Old Compositions – The Ant & the Grasshopper

Old Compositions – The Ant and the Chrysalis

I’ve been cleaning my train wreck of a room and I’ve stumbled across a folder filled with old middle school worksheets for a composition class. This is like 2015, people. I was 14 and only JUST discovering I liked writing. These are a nightmare. The purpose of this class was to learn how to take…… Continue reading Old Compositions – The Ant and the Chrysalis

The Writer’s Smoking Room – Flash Fiction

Just toying around with what if pencils were like cigars. What if you smoked words onto the page. And what would different pencils produce when smoked? Would different pencils be smoked depending on the demographic? I DO NOT CONDONE SMOKING, IT IS A FILTHY HABIT, this is just toying with a fantastical and wild idea.…… Continue reading The Writer’s Smoking Room – Flash Fiction

The Town with a Forgotten Name

The soft snow fell outside the gas station, covering the lonely clunker that was parked out front. It belonged to the girl behind the counter. She leaned on the counter, bored out of her mind. Her platinum blonde hair spilled around her shoulders, her eyeshadow a bright raspberry. She popped her bubble gum and dreamed…… Continue reading The Town with a Forgotten Name